The food we do or do not eat.
The exercise we do or do not get.
The injustices we do or do not care about.
The outrage we do or do not have.
It is an endless list, the little gods we make in our life. They creep into our lives, starting first as an innocent concern, grounded not in the bad but in good intentions. Then they settle in and we start to see them first and foremost in all we do and say. Soon they occupy our mind in every waking moment.
Perhaps in an attempt to combat this, we turn to "mindfulness" and believe that if we are simply more aware of what we are doing, if we force consciousness onto our actions, we will strip the thing of its power and make it benign again.
Until mindfulness, and the pursuit of simpleness, becomes its own god.
We can't add a day to our life or an hour to our day, but we careen from one extreme to another, all in or all out. The simple pleasures of what life offers are smoothed down, the highs and lows made equal by guilt or self-righteousness. We try to make behavior or lifestyle or our existence in some way more holy by addressing how we look, what we do, and what we put in our bodies.
We are to love God with all of our heart, soul, strength, and mind (Luke 10:27) but we try to get holy by loving little gods of body, health, experience, and justice.
Little gods don't point us to God, and they don't make us a god. They just take up the time and energy we would otherwise give to Him.